Silence stretched between them.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Isaac couldn't help glancing back and forth between the two.
"What's going on with you guys?"
He'd known them for years, but this was the first time it looked like they might actually throw punches.
Marcus glared at Curtis. "Take your hand off my race car model."
The model had originally been a gift from Victoria to Max, but Marcus had had other ideas. Suddenly, he didn't want anything Victoria had touched ending up in anyone else's hands—not even his nephew's.
Later, Marcus had swung by a collectibles shop and picked out a bigger, flashier car model for Max, lying that it was from Victoria. The real gift from her? Marcus kept it for himself, tucked away in his room.
Curtis was having none of it. "That model car is something I gave to a friend. You're telling me someone else gave it to you? Which friend? Your girlfriend? I don't buy it."
No matter what, Curtis couldn't picture Victoria and Marcus being involved.
Even if Victoria had actually given Marcus that race car model, there was just no way those two would ever be a thing.
Victoria was married. Curtis wanted to pursue her, but he'd never make a move until she was single, after all the paperwork was done. He wasn't the kind of guy to cause her trouble.
But if Marcus tried to cut the line—if he broke the rules—there'd be hell to pay.
Marcus had never seemed like the type to cross those lines. When did he get so shameless as to chase after a married woman?
The two of them were both gripping the race car model, neither willing to let go.
Isaac strolled up, grinning, trying to diffuse the tension. "Come on, guys. We're all friends here. It's just a stupid toy car, not worth fighting over. What's the big deal?"
Curtis and Marcus shot him matching glares.
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